Chapter 11
Black Friday: part 3
Carl excited and extremely happy, yet a tiny bit miffed little boy held on securely to the leashed and elated puppies as they not so patiently waited in the lobby for Michonne and his dad to catch up; the chock-full of energy five were way pass raring to go! Finally they all were on their way to the park, but what was now needed most was for his two wounded adults to walk just a little faster from the elevator so that they were on their way sooner than much later. And when the slow pokes did arrived that is exactly what happened.
The seven (plus Munchie) dressed so warm and toasty, including the puppies too due to Auntie Andrea, acknowledged George the doorman with a combinations of smiles, hellos, thank yous, the wagging of little tails along with some feisty great big old tiny barks of recognition as the mènage in the making walked through the gladly held opened doors, straight out into the very sunny but rather unusually cold weather with the cheery septet crossing the street out front as one as they head directly towards their destination, which was the park. Then once there it was all boy and pups time, leaving the two impaired folk on their own to sit and watch as the overjoyed five went off to commence with their freedom of merriment, but not before the Sheriff gave his spirited young son some needed precautions to follow.
"Now Carl, no wondering off. YOU and the puppies stay were we can see ya," demanded the man with a strong voice. "You know Miss Rènald can't run with her Big Toe boo-boo!"
Then Sheriff Grimes sat down right next to her, but not quite too close, crossed his legs then chuckled. But Miss Rènald didn't.
Still at it I see? Hasn't the Sheriff learned anything from me by now, apparently it appears not! He seems to be on the mighty slooow side of learning, she thought not amused in the least but almost smiled in spite of herself.
And her Handsome the sweet thing, not always a fan of his dad's off, off, off sense of humor walked up to Michonne, leaned in and hugged the woman tight across her shoulders before leaving to play; promising his friend he'd stay in both her eye sight and ear shot then ran off which caused his dad sitting there to be on the outside of the two's unique bubble once more. And feeling lonely, ignored, and not even a third wheel yelled out!
"Ah, and where's mine son?"
Then Son with a great big ole smile turned right back around ran fast up to the father and gave his dad a tight hug too! And afterwards Carl, Happ, Jazz, Wilson, and Bear did what boys and puppies everywhere do best-they played, and played, and played.
And Michonne having been quite quiet for quite some time, meaning she hadn't spoken nary a word to or even given a comment back on the Sheriff's earlier quaint witticism concerning her injured toe decided after a while that more than enough time has pass to give as good as she got and then some with a bit of ribbing of her own.
"Well...well," she said rather slow and smoothly while never taking her eyes off of what was hers playing off in the distance. "You think yourself quite the funny man now don't you! Didn't know that comedian was also a job description you held, thankfully for you, you are a Sheriff too! Andrea will never take an I.O.U, nor S & H Green Stamps for her payment even if they still did exist!" And that's no matter how breathtakingly handsome you may be-but then and again knowing her she just might, Michonne thought whimsically, but wisely kept that last little part to herself.
And the lawman also looking out at the playing quintet chuckled again.
So she speak, and that cat didn't have her tongue!
"Wow, aren't you by chance dating yourself talking about green stamps?" He said smiling.
Michonne hesitated for a wee bit, and did it on purpose then still as smooth said her piece.
"Nope...no...not at all," smirked the smart girl relaxed with long legs crossed too. "My dad told me about them. They were all the rage back when he was growing up. That's how he and my grandparents got a lot of their stuff in the country. Besides, I'll still be younger than you any ole day!"
"Touchè," said the man laughing heartily, but then thought better-"Hey! Did you just call me old?"
"Wellll, I-don't-know, if the shoe..."
"And you called me a comedian."
"Yes I did. But I'm so much better at it!"
And the Sheriff smiled even broader before answering.
"Yes you are, and that seems to be at everythang." the man said thoughtfully.
"And don't you ever forget that either Mister!" Michonne replied back with a crooked smile still watching their boy.
Then from out of somewhere Sheriff Grimes turned, and positioned his body to where he was now facing the beauty from the side, and heard himself saying in a husky voice, "I'm sorry about earlier, I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings or upset Carl. It's just that my sense of humor more than often leaves a lot to be desired."
And with that apology/confession the young woman's heart just melted, but everything else remained the same.
"I know, Handsome has told me all about it," Michonne deadpanned low herself then motioned a wave with her hand in front her face..."Pee-yew!
And with that the Sheriff just sat there with eyes smiling; willing the young woman to turn his way and just look at him. And after a short bit Michonne just couldn't help herself did just that while keeping ears tuned in on Handsome still.
Immediately the lawman and the lawyer's world got a little smaller because the man with a quickness pulled himself in close; almost touching her but not quite as he slid the short distance across the bench between he and she, never taking his eyes off his-, the young woman. Then with a heart felt genuine conviction held out his uninjured hand and said "Truce." And Michonne immensely liking where she now found herself to be continued with the looking back at the captivating man who had the girl's full attention in more than one way (Munchie's too he or she moved). Smiling broadly she took ahold of it and with a firm grip shook the man's hand slow and only once (loving the feel of it in hers) and said "A truce to you too Sir!"
Ugh! There she goes with that Sir stuff again, groaned the Sheriff inwardly, but gave into that smile posthaste.
Now with both smiling like new loves as their eyes searches the other's face for any hints there to stop what was starting to bud between them, and shamefully with their attention elsewhere, their Carl/Handsome was out on his own all alone with the puppies! But then just like the last time with Michonne earlier it was now Sheriff Grimes turn to break the spell of that allure drawing them in breathlessly.
"Please...please, believe me Miss Rènald when I say this," implored the dreamy man as seriously as he knew how to be. "I do know without any doubt our boy is always safe and sound with you. So...please say you do!"
Sheriff Grimes said our boy, she thought
And Michonne waaay too speechless to speak just shook her head in the affirmative as she continued looking back intently into Pretty's blue pools for what seemed like more than forever, and that act had them both relishing in the glow of each other's aura until that which was theirs came a running back proclaiming he and the puppies were all tuckered out and ready to leave. Well that is until Robby Mills came rushing over happily to say hello, and then her Handsome, the pups, and the disorderly little boy from upstairs went off without even saying a bye, because now all of a sudden there was some more playing to be had and with a human child at that to be doing it along with!
Unbelievably this all happened just seconds after the two's boy declared his tiredness and wanting to go home!
And minus the Sheriff as a destraction, a stunned Michonne had suddenly realized after suddenly becoming aware of two important things that lefted her highly embarrassed for two completely paramount reasons all due to two different root causes; the forgetting of her boy (his dad), and unfortunately Bobby's arrival with it only feeding her astute knowledge of knowing without having been told that she and the Sheriff had an audience. For how long Michonne hadn't a clue, but knew they'd had all the same; probably no doubt by that Ro again!
Then with the deliberate act of closing her eyes, a well seized Michonne Isabella Rènald took a very long deep breath and slowly turned, and upon opening them was met with all smiles. Good, she thought sarcastically it was just as she'd figured and feared, but much worst. Not only was it Rosemary, but this time there's her mother Lucinda, and sister-in-law Patrice, Robby's mom to help feed the rumors.
And with some hesitation the unsettled young woman even slowlier gave all three women a shy wave, while the Sheriff being the good southern gentleman that he is gave a good nod of his head along with a heart palpitating extremely audible "Good afternoon ladies." Then the two mischief-makers in the making along with their ringleader swooned with toothy grins; cheesing back quite knowingly at the couple with those quite knowing smiles gave them a 180° half circle of a wave back in return.
Once more to Michonne's chagrin she and Sheriff Grimes had been caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar so to speak with proverbial crumbs all around their proverbial mouths as evidence-with them again in a moment with three sets of eyes instead of just the one to contend with this time.
And after that a quite even more embarrassed Michonne got real busy real quick with her quickly making that call to Lance which she should have done much earlier.
And the whole while during her unnecessary embarrassment all three ladies Lucinda and Patrice including Rosemary individually found themselves thinking the same exact thing-Oh just stop fighting it, and have some fun with the man girl! I know I would!
And just like that, Nurse Rosemary J. Mills knew exactly what that special something between Michonne and the tasty Sheriff was; that very thing they both were so definitely unsure of which was just as plain as the nose sitting on her face. Love! That unadulterated kind that's pure and simple without any fillers at all which has those two totally clueless of just how to handle, and quite frankly for some reason were sorely frightened of.
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And after hanging up from Lance, a resolute Michonne chose to purposely ignore her friend and the woman's posse of two. Placing all her attention squarely on her boy, the pupies, Robby and their doings; exactly where her thoughts should be. And then looking over at Sheriff Grimes who was now watching them again too smiled because he was just as much an integral part of the package when it came to all three of them-Her, Handsome, and Him, but in a benign way of course.
Then something quite wonderful, totally miraculous, and a truly unexpected happening happened for anytime during late fall in Atlanta, it began to snow; covering every last thing and everyone that was outside. The whole city was beginning to be blanketed with a covering of its soft down of lovely fluffy coldness which was a beautiful thing to see, touch, and feel. A magnificent treat for all those in the park, but definitely one for children everywhere in the area as well as a no doubt nightmareish headache for some of of those going about Christmas shopping, or just trying to get from here to there on the congested streets and highways of the busy metropolis, and its surrounding areas.
And now with a sense of sereneness a very grateful Michonne gave thanks to God for blessing her to be able to see and enjoy the amazing scenery unfolding right in front of her with what was quickly on it's way to becoming her's even if she was not willing at the moment to acknowledged that as fact. And with arms open wide, the young woman gladly welcomed her Handsome and the rest of his crew as they all came running her way and asked.
"Hot chocolate?"
"Yes ma'am," both little boys shouted excitedly.
"And a cooke too...pleaseee," sang Robby who Michonne has babysat many times before, and is well trained and schooled in her likes and dislikes when it comes to little boys and their manners even if that's not such an essential thing when dealing with his own aunt, grandmother, or mom, but certainly is with her!
"Ok, and a cookie," Michonne gladly beamed back at the two very much loved little young men. And there would even be a cut up wiener or two, and some water in the mix for the puppies too!
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And somewhere else in another part of Atlanta, high up in a very exclusively posh condo overlooking another park before, during, and after Michonne's hurried phone call earlier...
"Now that will beee...twelve white long sleeve dress shirts, and ahhh...twelve assorted ones of my choosing-right? Socks, underwear, short sleeve crew tees, about twelve...silk ties with matching hankerchiefs, along with twelve white cotton ones for that lovely lady, or ladies that may need something to wipe a stray tear away, or whatever over there in Europe" said Lance Amondè speaking good-naturedly to one of his favorite customer as the Couturier wrote down his initial order then some, and on top of that internally reminded himself to re-remeasure the man who seemed to have buffed up quite a bit since his last measurements.
"Hey, and don't forget my Armanis; one navy blue, one black, one grey, and one dark grey" his client woofed back at the designer as the man absentmindedly looked out of the bank of windows belonging to his fiftieth floor living room that was located in a showy, yet nonetheless magnificently built building made of both glass and black marble and its prime view of the very large park right across the street.
And while looking out at it guiltily thought of his wife and how she had just loved it when he'd join her over there for walks together, which the self-centered gentleman did much less than he should have. And the last time that he did do such an unselfish act with her was almost two years ago; three months before she died. They'd had hot chocolate, and shared a rather large gooey hot chocolate chip cookie together.
She was so happy, he thought.
And just like that Lance Amondè's favorite client's demeanor changed and started barking out more orders, but this time with a slight edge to his voice (some memories were just too heavy to revisit).
"And none of that foo-foo silk stuff either. Make sure all my underwear are made of 100% cotton, especially those mid thigh briefs that I like, my boys needs to not only be secure but able to breath too! You know it just wouldn't be copasetic if I didn't leave some little mini-mes running around to rule the world while and after I'm gone. You know I really can't help the fact that I'm just that so giving," he said smiling with a smile that wasn't anywhere in his eyes at all. "
Then the man took a rather long look at the crystal monogrammed short whiskey glass in hand and sighed just before quickly gulping down a large shallow of the two fingers of neat Scotch inside.
Unfortunately, he was trying hard to dull the fact of knowing full well that he and children would never happen. Heartbreakingly him and his wife had been told years before by multiple doctors that his swimmers were almost nonexistent, and despite that hurt and disappointment the guy still loved the thought of thinking that he could anyway.
And Lance a mulitasker from way back, listening attentively paid no mind to that edge while continuing with the planning of his friend's new wardrobe construction for the man's new life and job awaiting him over in Spain on Monday.
But in spite of the fact that he really does love and respect the guy rolled his eyes in earnest with each one's back to the other when hearing his favorite client talk about him having children and then of them ruling the world thought, Oh no you didn't! This guy and children! Sweet Lord Almighty please give us in this world along with any other one strenth. Some of that really humongous boocoup kind that you have stored away for just HIS kind of emergency, because THIS man here alone just by himself is more than enough of a one man all about self Hell storm, and caprecious Hell raiser to boot; a massive force for any one world to handle let alone go and add a child or two of his with the very exact traits into the mix...
Well, all I can say is have mercy on us all Lord cause we will need it, not to mention the mother too- poor thing!
And Lance Amondè tickled himself to no end at what he'd just thought, and while acknowledging his friend's demands light heartedly added a little addendium of his own too.
"Okay, so that's eight suits instead of the four," corrected the designer. "We can't have you walking around Europe looking all dowdy and unprofessional-now can we? A first impression is always the last impression, and you know how some of those folks over across that pond look down on we Americans; with almost the whole lot thinking us as being uncouth along with unfashionable. Now lets just prove them wrong shall we, at least on the fashion part anyway!
"So that will be four Armanis, and four Amondès; two blacks, two navy blues, two greys, and two dark greys one from each designers, yes? We also have some rather nice Italian leather dress shoes that I'll just add to the order. You do know that the four Amondès, and anything else that I think you may need to look you best will surely be on the house."
And his favorite customer smirked thinking, Now-just who in the world does Amondè think he's fooling, because the favorite client knew whatever the self promoter was giving away to him was an investment first in free advertisement. And just how many times have women of all kind seen Lance's unofficial model dressed in one of the man's many designs that they didn't ask were did he get it from; be items sold in his store, or those that the inconspicuous symbiotic barker carries around in that state of the art Mobile Men's Fashion Warehouse of his.
It doesn't matter wherever the occasion; casual, business attire, or fancy dressed. They're all a hit, and always look good on him because his body always accentuate whatever it is he wears! Hell, even a towel wrapped ever so low around his waist can get him a resounding thumbs-up of a...Hell Yeah Buddy!
And that's why the mighty full of himself attorney can't wait to get to Madrid. His aim is to spread the wealth for the both of them; he and Lance together. With him introducing his well dressed self along with his ready at the drop of any size panties not so little at all fabulous lower half. Especially and always when the time is right to acquaint all those more than willing Madrileño women over there to his mighty big ticket to ride.
His Hubisness hubris has no limits, and it never allows the man to doubt his ability to please, nor doubt that there aren't many women in Madrid who are not impatiently waiting just for his type; one who knows all kinds of maneuvers to produce that just right obliviousness in the bedroom after having been handled just right, and taught a just right thing or two by a well dressed All American Red Blooded He-man that is never far away from being almost always horny; an actuality which Lance's favorite customer knew to be true, and has no problem in delivering on it at all in the slightest, because he is a go big or go home kind of guy! Or better yet one who thinks just stay home if you can't!
Then a phone rung. And to make thing worse it wasn't even Lance's favorite client's phone ringing but Lance's own which was rudely taking Mister Big's mind everyway off from himself, and that irritated the man to no end at all.
What a blatant show of disrespect! This is my time either way!
And the man also knew that it would do him no good to show annoyance, especially when the clothes maker himself truly did not cared one lick in the least how it would make his favorite customer feel when he did answer the phone.
Because in Lance's favorite customer's world the Couturier was one of only four people who could get away with such an act unscathed in any form or fashion with the other's being his associate and friend Robin C. Lancaster whom he loves like a little brother, his precious long suffering late wife (God bless her soul). And then there's another. The one other person though in her orbit but for just a rather short span of time, and who's affected him the most; much more than any other female had ever done in his whole entire lifetime-even more than his very first love, or his mother... And that is Pencil Skirt.
And just as if on some miraculous cue, a surprised Negan heard Lance say with delight, "Hello Michonne!" And with him still looking out at the park, Lance's favorite client smiles uncontrollably while experiencing a great deal of pleasure at the hearing of that name, and the memories conjured up of that feisty young woman; especially of that day-the one when he and she first met!
Some three years prior...
Damien Ian Negan, a brash, hubristic, and an arrogant figure of a man walked contemptuously down the hall towards the courtroom in a rather foul and unagreeable mood. The previous night with his wife Lucille had lefted him in a very cantankerous way. They'd had a row to end all rows...well probably not, but it was still bad enough; a brawl which had just happened to be one of many as of lately, and on top of that to make things even worse, his fool of a boss had dropped this particular case in his lap two weeks ago to win and make go away because he's just that good, whereas the prosecutor before him hadn't a snowball's chance in the frozen North, just because he wasn't. And even with this being considered one of those meaty trials Negan still just didn't want to be bothered, he had more pressing things to do and that were women. On top of that his early morning romp with Helen just didn't quite scratched that itch!
And as Mr. Sensitive got closer to his destination he sensed unusual and off; something was up! And he knew that to be true once hearing his second chair Robin Lancaster, the man was genuinely all giggly.
And Negan irritated, imagined him sounding just like a virginal high school boy who along with a couple of his virgin buddies would after having just discovered what was considered the motherload. A small stash of girly magazines, and one worn out porn flick at !east a decade old hidden in a corner of the dimly lit basement in one of their folks pristine home, with each boy truly clueless, and thinking that they were right on the precipice of becoming "real" men, especially since the adults of the house were out for the whole evening.
"Would no doubt be grinning and tee-heeing like a basketful of damn dazed idiots!" sneered the vexed and sexually unfulfilled at the moment lawyer. "And I bet ole Rob-by Boy was one of those slow and late bloomers himself."
Yep! Damien Negan was truly in one of his very Hellish moods and had no patients for anything other than what he deemed important to himself this morning. So Ro-bin, what-ever, or whom-ever were in there with him had best watchout!
And then the boorish man with a deliberated force burst through the courtroom's swinging doors.
And to his very stunned surprise saw just what had his associate so all uncharacteristically giddy this particular morning, or any other morning to be truthful. And that was a mighty fine, and extremely beautiful woman who looked all of...Oh Hell! He didn't know-really young but hopefully legal, because the Casanova real-ly likes what he sees, and Robin so very busy falling in love never looked his way, but the beauty sure did. Casting Negan a look like he was something uber nasty that she'd unintentionally stepped in while wearing some very expensive shoes (ugh).
And that made Negan laugh smugly to himself, "Good he had her attention." She was quite the feisty one, and a challenge at that! The two a more than hot combination, and to tell the truth it's been a long time since he's had one of those to occupy everything about him. And the all about me man could hardly wait until he could take that quarry, claim and tame her for himself, because she was definitely waaay too much woman for his friend Robin Christopher Lancaster to handle, and that's for damn sure!
"Well, well, now who do we have here?" said the arrogant undeterred chief federal prosecutor as he walked up to the two sporting a wolfish grin that exposed beautiful straight white teeth.
And Robin who had now turned around at the hearing of his friend's deep intense voice smiled and greeted him, "Good morning Negan, I didn't hear you come in."
"Noo. No you didn't! And how could you when you were currently pre-occupied by something-nooo, uh-uh more like someone else, but I do forgive ya though, because I truly understand," Negan replied back with force as he devoured Michonne with a devilish unapologetic leer. "Clearly there was...humm...currently a more important item taking over your attention to think about who was coming through those door back there. Naturally, I was the last thing on your mind-right? Especially when Miss-, now what was your name again lit-tle darling? And pray tell why are you even here so early this morning distracting a novice?"
Robin cringed, knowing exactly were this was going and stepped in quick before his friend went too far. "This is Michonne, Miss Michonne Rènald," said the hopeful man. And this-." But before he could finish with his sentence to introduce Negan to Michonne, the blowhard proudly did it himself. And the man's friend hoped for both of their sakes that this was not going to be one of those days where Negan was going to go extremely too far and find himself in a place where he has never been before. And that was unfortunately due to his mouth from head to toe figuratively covered in his own poo!
"That's Okay RC, I got this," said the man who's inflated ego sometimes, but not often enough even made him grimace, and then with wry amusement held out his hand. "Just call me Negan baby girl!"
And Michonne defiant with her back held straight, and arms folded high across her chest looked at him then at the held out hand, and not so politely rolled those big brown beautiful eyes of hers thinking, "P-LEASEEE!" Because she didn't have time for this fool, and saw him just for what he really was, full of it! A whole lot of it! And "it" was as close to the word that she really wanted to use, seeing that she didn't really care to curse. But after having just met this man with just one name, which she would never ever call him by may invoke her to swearing long before all is said and done. And this was only the preliminary hearing for her clients retrial!
Both men saw her reaction, and both men were taken aback by it too! No one has ever disrespected Negan like that and lefted intact (well almost no one), because the man has a temper, and its on and off switch was rather fickle. So his friend jumped in between the two with...
"Negan, Miss Rènald is the opposing attorney."
And then there was a great deal of white noise throughout the whole courtroom which in turn was scattered by rudeness-His!
"The ha-Hell you say," said a truly astonished Negan (only because he hadn't taken out the time to know). "Exactly how old are you anyway sweetheart? What? Your clients couldn't afford Legal Aid? Didn't they know it was free too, and more practical? But oh no they just had to by passed their office and settled for a still wet behind the ears first year law student walking out of class instead? And damn as you are a pretty young thing doomed their chance for freedom!"
And Michonne not amused in the least thought very wisely before she spoke and would not allow herself to even be offended or afraid as she looked down at the smirking man who had now taken a seat at the table over on his side of the aisle, and nonchalantly said with arms now unfolded.
"I'm exactly old enough to handle you, all of this, and then some. And not that it's any of your business LeRoy, I graduated number one; top of my class. And my clients have nothing to worry about, but you sir on the contrary does!"
And then there was quite a recognizable pause. Negan being a man prone to nearly always having had the last word, especially when dealing with a female knew and sensed that this would never do! He liked feisty-Hell he even loved-no relished in it sometimes! But, if he was to have control of this young thing in this courtroom as well as outside of it with her for later on then he was going to have to shut the lovely Miss Rènald down, and quick by letting her know just who's dick hangs the longest and heaviest!
"Well...well, looky here Martha, this cute little thing has got herself some really big man size balls on her! Yet, they are no where near the size of mine which are out of this world really big hugmonous, nor the prized stick needed to go along with and not just for their accentuation either, which I just happen to be soo mighty blessed with carrying also...very few men do!" smiled the the beast as he rared back in his chair with hands resting behind his head relaxed and legs wide opened.
"And I truly doubt that anyone over at Kindergarten U has ever taught you the proper way to handle a ME! I'm an anomaly you know, and that's true everywhere, and at everything! But fear not, because when I'm through with you little girl, you will be well versed in all that is Negan...that what I like-winning, and that which I don't-losing. Hell, you can even throw in when, where, and how I like it, because I'm a damn good teacher, and I do mean that humbly. Haven't had any complaints yet from any of the ladies that have come up against me here or elsewhere! Be they old, young, or in between, they all wind up with my name, and it us not a damn Leroy spoken in awe as it comes freely free flowing across their lips because its always a win-win situation no matter who come out on top! Which is definitely me more than most of the time Darling."
And Michonne knew at that moment that she had her work cut out. Mr. One name over there was trying really hard to unnerved her by coming at her in so many different ways...her age...ability to stand up for her clients...and his own self promotion of eww! But both can play that game, and she intended to be much better at it than he was-starting right now, because her clients freedom depended on it!
"First," she began while looking down between Negan's open legs unsmiling. "I would like to say this to you lit-tle man...EEEewww! With Michonne putting a mighty strong emphasis on the word little. "TMI...and...REALLY? That was totally disrespectful and inappropriate in so many ways, and on soo many levels. In or outside any courtroom!
Respect goes a long way, and when you address me from now on I demand it! I am TWO someone's daughter you know, and well loved by both at that! And I do love myself! Secondly, by any chance do you have more than just that one name, or is that it! I hope not, but IF so, then that's just cruel! Was you mother mad at someone or what? That name is hard enough to chip rocks!
I also do know that you think yourself a star of sorts, what kind Only God knows! Which I highly doubt is all that capable no matter however many women you say have had your unyielding moniker passing over their lips. I know this, I won't be one of them, because I'm truly no man's groupie.
And thirdly, Michonne continued while looking the nonplussed man straight in his eyes. "Please close your legs," pointed the young woman as she moved her index finger back and forth before clapping her hands shut. "Are you kidding me? I've definitely seen more, bigger, and probably no doubt had even muuch better!
Oh yeah...I almost forgot. Fourthly, you do go on a tad too much about your straightness don't ya! My Grand always told me to be very, very wary of any man who always self promotes, which obviously can mean only one of two things; he's gay on the down low-no? O-okay then. Or the women in the poor thing's life can't advertise his prowess, or the proficiency of his tool without cracking a rib or two with laughter simply because your...OOPIES, I meant...his Willie is sooo wee!"
And Robin wide eyed with shock, thinking back on his friend saying, "That's okay RC, I got this" just couldn't help himself and bursted out loud laughing, which made everything even worse.
And The Honorable Judge Kevin Thomas Coleraine privy to the whole incident laughed too, but quietly. He'd been hidden away out of sight the whole time, but able to see and hear everything! It was all done as a favor for two concern friends who's daughter and niece was handling her very first case, and it just had to be against the likes of Negan who the judge has had in his court many times before.
The man extremely brilliant at what he does is also brilliant at being a big fat sexist hog none the less, and the Judge after having heard the two gladiators warring words knew that the seasoned lawyer had met his match in Raymond Rènald's daughter and Henry Bradshaw's niece. And he in all good conscience will be able to tell both the father, and the uncle that they could relax now because their daughter/niece was in some very good hands her own! But definitely would on purpose leave out that rather questionable conversation of theirs.
Negan a mighty stunned and flabbergasted man (a very first for the ba-by) just sat there seething. The laughter of his so called friend only added to his anguish, but oh how odious it would have all been if he'd known about the Judge off scene hiding in incognito with some laughing of his own, and all at Negan's expense.
Michonne in more then one way had neutered him, and thrown the man into complete and utter silence, which was probably the very first time ever since learning how to talk that nothing was able to come out of his mouth, especially with the very proud cad knowing that that last part that Michonne spoke about him was a complete lie! A total damned lie at that! Her implying that his Johnson was wee, while knowing full well better that the thing that he was packing was a M-I-G-H-T-Y Max damn it (he has a stash full of Trojan Magnum XL condoms to prove just that)!
Couldn't the woman see that his legs weren't closed for just a bunch of nothing, all three of his trio needs the room! And by no means is he into the stick either! He's a ladies man only! First thing, last thing-ALWAYS through and through because HE loves his wells deeep! And was more than sure that there was no way in Hell she could have ever had better no matter what she said.
"Especially when it wasn't me doing the deed!" Negan thought livid.
And just when the mad man was about to set that more than fine ingènue straight, the woman in question turned her back to him (how rude), placing her attention elsewhere as she started going through some papers at the edge of her table right across from him.
Then a now rather furious Negan got real distracted real quick! And the culprit, a snug but definitely not too tight fitting short right above the knee, draped in front tailored silk blend Halo High Waist Pencil Skirt. One who's kick pleat exposed just enough of Michonne's enter thigh as she bent over just so slightly to retrieve an off placed sheet of paper.
A nonsinful move on her part that still made Negan deliciously delirious from all the possibilities as he took note of the way its grey material caressed a more than ample behind just right for cupping, a set of full shapely hips for some tight holding onto, long wrappable legs clad in silk thigh high pantyhose that covered danity feet donning expensive black five inch Oxford High Heels, and less he forget a side zipper all the way ripe for some downwards slidding that ended with that skirt pooled down on the floor.
"Hot damn!" breathed out the immensely hungry Canidae under his breath. He so badly wantonly wanted a taste, but knew that there was no way in that rather VERY EXTREMELY hot place was ever going to have a chance to get! Because everyone knows that Hell never looses a degree, but gains them expeditiously!
But that still didn't deter the Dire Wolf in that unashamed naughty thinking heathen from just wanting to howl at the moon even though the sun was still out, and due to pride (he still had some decorum left) chose instead to rare back in his chair once again and boldly Cheshired while reveling in the vista! And even with him not being a religious man, Negan gladly thanked God anyway for blessing him with the perfect vision of 20/20.
And an exuberant Lance Amondè's "Now where were we?" who was so much more cheerier than before the phone call (Michonne just seems to have that kind of effect on the man) brought the now also in good spirits Negan back to the present.
And having taken yet another big swig of whiskey the amused man gave out a throaty laugh at the memory of what had transpired between he and the lovely Miss Rènald on that day. Saying that it was something else would be more than quite an understatement. Now however, saying that it was more than nice and was filled full of the unexpected that had him craving for more afterwards, well then...that was on point even though Negan himself knew that Michonne would have nothing personal to do with him ever!
A man more than confident that it was that pesky ole first impression thingy going on which was all his fault, along with the more than probability of an age difference and his wedding ban (no longer a problem) lefted him knowing all of that plus other things would be more than ample reasons for the lady to shut him down right quick for sure. At least she'd kept the cup even after no doubt reading that kinda sort of fresh note that came along with it-well he hoped she had anyway. Ironically, that cup really hadn't been his first choice...nope, noo-siree-bob, not by a long shot! Now that would have been a almost sheer as air, red Peek-A-Boo-Teddy!
And now with the thought of Michonne's wearing the lacey thing running ever so freely through his mind unchecked, the Hound then took yet another taste of his Jack Daniel's Sinatra Select, but a rather small one this time, savoring it as he smiled attentively at the image while watching what looked like snow falling outside.
A/N: Now it's been reveal who exactly gave Michonne her lucky cup that she always take to court with her. And that is none other than the infamous Negan himself which is kind of oxymoronic seeing that how can a man as dubious as he bring good luck to anyone?
And in the future Damien is for Michonne's use only, because she rolls like that!
Once again, thank's to everyone for giving this work in process a chance.
And a Happy, Happy New Year's to you all!
Shunnie